Then I painted it and then went away for awhile and you totally forgot about how much you couldn't wait to see it?
Well here it is in all its Benjamin Moore's Elephant Tusk glory!!
|Let's have a vignette convo next time, huh?!|
Wow! It's so.... so.... beige. I mean, Champagne Truffle Elephant Tusk Sunrise!!!! It might appear super boring but I assure you it's the color of virgin angel wings (is there another kind of angel?) in person. The room grew three times its original size and it feels so fresh and so clean clean up in hurr and not even the barest hint of zombie pit stain.
A lot of people hate painting but I love it like I love organizing a closet or eating half a pizza. All are tasks that require hard work and dedication but are so worth it. The prep work makes me cranky (and I'm not talking about the special joy I have in choosing the paint color or deciding what toppings I want) but after that I can get into my zen space and I'm good until some part of me starts cramping which is usually my delicate lady hands. The rollers with a 1.75 inch shag carpet nap that I need for my super textured plaster walls can hold up to twelve pounds of paint and that shit gets heavy.
There were several life-altering pro tips gleaned during this painting party of one that you will no doubt want to record in your diary for future generations:
I used BM's ben paint which I actually really liked. It's their low odor, low VOC option. Normally I only go for the chemical-laden cheap shit because I can't afford $65 for a can of earth-hugging paint and I don't need some corporation making me feel guilty for not spending a few dollars extra. But this is their low-priced option too so I get to feel superior AND save some bank! Only needed two coats (No primer. I'm a rebel like that.) over my cratered walking dead-colored walls and I was good. This was also nice because it took me almost 24 total hours to prep, paint and edge the space so a third coat would have meant certain death.
At about hour 20 things start to get fuzzy - the drip cloth gets tangled and left behind because fuck it, I'm awesome at this and don't even need a drip cloth, cat hair makes its way into the paint tray and I'm tired of squatting. Having to sit on the couch in the middle of the room is really fucking up my feng shui too.
This time I also upgraded from the lame ole blue painter's tape to the cult classic FrogTape.
I don't know about y'all but I thought it was fantastic. And lemme tell ya, I can edge like a motherfucker - drawing for a living has its benefits - but I have to tape off the baseboards. I just do. DON'T JUDGE ME!!!! But my excellent taping skills are known throughout the land - possibly more than my edging abilities. I have an old putty knife that I use to 'seal' the edges and I sit on a special taping off pillow that I scoot around the floor on and sing the "I have no legs song" like the guy from Kids except I don't beg for money. You will just throw money at me though because I'm just. that. good. If you look directly at my taping you'll cry from the sheer beauty of it. Truth.
Speaking of edging, I also upgraded to a nicer angled brush.
In the past I've used the little purple guy with the funky rubber handle because that's what someone gave me when I first started painting but they were looking rough after many years of abuse. I don't know why I didn't get a Purdy this time other than I didn't want to be all boughie. I thought the brush above worked great except I accidentally left it out when I was done and it dried into a giant hard paint stick. Dammit. In my defense I was sidetracked by the 9/11 memorial coverage so I think that was a good excuse. Small sacrifice.
Next time - Purdy. Because I'm worth it.
Apparently I was only worth FrogTape this time. I like to treat myself luxuriously like the fancy beige Madame I am.